"Make his bird unable to fly for a month!"
Lu Xiaoyou said while walking towards the king-sized bed, she opened a hidden compartment above the headboard, revealing three or four perfume bottles inside.
She took a bottle of perfume and placed it into the pocket of her trench coat.
Seven or eight minutes later, Long Zeye woke up. He opened his eyes, and as his blurred vision gradually became clear, he stared at the familiar ceiling.
Where was he now?
There was a blank spot in the man's brain. He lifted his hand, and his body began to sink. Long Zeye found himself standing inside the bathtub, looking down at his still slightly numb wrist.
Surprise and disbelief flashed through his eyes. Lu Xiaoyou was really something! The anesthesia she used actually worked on someone from the Long Family!
Long Zeye had never been knocked out by a drug before.
He pressed the call bell beside the bathtub, and a few servants came in holding towels and robes.
